Imagine this.
The situation where your crush is sleeping soundly, wrapped in a flimsy piece of cloth, hugging themselves.
Sweet breaths brush against your head, soft touches cover your face, and the warmth of their body sends shivers through your skin.
Is it even possible to maintain reason without being swept away by impulses?
“Hang in there…! I have to resist, Friede…!”
Friede managed it.
“Just hold on…! If I do it here, it’s all over…!”
Unlike Hilde, who was blissfully ignorant and snoring away, Friede gnawed on her lips, battling fiercely within her head.
The urge to slip her fingers between Hilde’s legs and carve unforgettable memories into her body, savoring the night that she had been permitted, but by a method not allowed by her.
However, Friede’s rationality clenched tight, resisting the lure of her impulses. It was a necessary retreat for this forward step, she kept reminding herself.
For the future she hoped for with Hilde, she had to endure, no matter how much she desired it.
Once she crossed the line, she wouldn’t be able to control her own urges. Once Hilde woke up and started squirming and moaning, there would be no stopping her.
No, maybe even after Hilde woke up, she wouldn’t stop. Until dawn broke and the sun rose. Perhaps even beyond that.
After indulging in Hilde’s body and satisfying her desires, what would await her afterward?
Needless to say, nothing but catastrophe.
It would be ignoring Hilde’s body and heart, her affection and goodwill, to satisfy her own greed.
She couldn’t do something like that to someone she liked.
“…That would be something Gunther would do.”
Friede repeated it, clenching her eyes shut.
For the first time in her life, Gunther had actually helped her.
The moment she recalled his face, her body, which had been unable to contain its excitement, chilled and her reason returned.
Though it didn’t mean her underwear, already soaked, would magically dry, at least it prevented it from getting even wetter.
“Phew…”
Finally regaining her composure thanks to Gunther’s face, Friede sighed in relief and let her tensed limbs relax.
“Yeah, that’s enough for today. No need to rush. Just this is already a big step, right?”
There was no reason to rush and mess things up.
Sure, it might have been a bit off-course, but they had confirmed each other’s feelings. Just lying down together while hugging was an unimaginably intimate contact compared to before.
Although Hilde had said it was just for today, once granted, changing ‘just for today’ into a ‘today too’ routine wouldn’t be that difficult.
Friede believed that.
No, she vowed that she would continue to make Hilde see sleeping together not as a reward or consolation, but as a normal part of their lives.
Every time it was time for Hilde to sleep, it would become only natural for her to open her arms wide, inviting her in.
As she waited for the moment when such a desire would become reality, Friede buried her face deep into the pillow of the night she had been allowed.
Warm and plush like a mother’s embrace, soft and tender like a water bottle filled with milk, oozing a faint lemon scent from her ample bosom.
“…Hehe.”
The rolling flesh covered her entire face, making it a bit hard to breathe, but Friede was absolutely thrilled.
She wore a face that couldn’t be happier than this.
“Uuhh…”
Just until Hilde, murmuring in her sleep, drew her closer, seeming to feel nice as she pressed her lower body against her.
The moment Hilde’s legs wrapped around her lower half, the meat, filled with warmth and humidity, pressed against her without a gap, separated only by thin fabric.
“Uwwah…!”
Friede immediately realized.
That there exists a happiness beyond happiness.
“Uuh…!”
Right after, Friede proved to herself that she qualified as a hero.
By using superhuman patience to firmly hold back the movements of her waist that instinctively wanted to rub against Hilde.
A patience so superhuman that ordinary folks wouldn’t even dare to mimic. A hero was still a hero even on the bed.
Not anyone else, at least for her.
======[ Hilde ]======
…Should I quit drinking?
The very first thought that crossed my mind as I woke up, holding my slightly throbbing head.
No, to be precise, it was the thought that came to me the moment I saw Friede, who I was hugging tightly like a doll.
“Ugh… What the heck did I say…?”
Unlike the last time I lost my memory after drinking too much, this time I hadn’t drank that excessively, so last night’s memories were quite clear.
Friede’s confession, buoyed by the atmosphere, and my response which played the tragic heroine, and everything that followed.
“Only for today I’ll permit you, huh? No matter how drunk I was, did I really say something that ridiculous?”
“Haah…”
Oh, how embarrassing that was.
I covered my face with my right hand, letting out a sigh closer to a groan.
The actions I did, the words that slipped from my mouth… but now that I was sober, thinking back on it, I felt my whole face flush with embarrassment.
Even if I were intoxicated by alcohol and atmosphere, what kind of adult man plays the part of a seductress like that?
They say if you get too absorbed in a VR game, when you come back to your senses, you find yourself wearing a collar, declaring you’re a dog, and walking on all fours—hadn’t I just played that part yesterday?
It’s been half a year since I came into a woman’s body.
Before I knew it, my own sense of self seemed to have twisted to fit into this body, becoming closer to a woman than before.
…I must be careful. If I’m not careful, I might end up actually declaring myself as a dog. Seriously.
Just the thought sent shivers down my spine.
It’s a scene I’ve often seen on the internet, so the moment I thought about it, that scene replayed vividly in my mind.
“Hilde is a dog-ooo…♡.”
“Crazy, seriously. A dog? Who even owns me in the first place?”
Me, wearing a collar and sitting dog-like with hearts in my eyes, slightly stretching my clenched fists forward.
And someone looking down at me, holding the end of that collar, filled with satisfaction and superiority.
Just recalling it sent chills down my spine.
“Stop that thought…!”
I shook my head vigorously, trying to erase the scene that had imprinted on my mind, as if it were trying to seize my very sanity.
A voluntary renunciation of human rights? Terrifying. I’d rather stab my own heart than resort to that.
When thinking back on the original novel, it’s clear that this world is perfect for turning Brunhilde into a dog…
That old guy with the buck teeth who laid an egg instead of a child had shouted. We won’t be slaves!
I felt the same way.
I’d rather die than become a dog!
“Yeah, no way…”
“What’s that about?”
The words of determination that had slipped out of my mouth without my notice. From somewhere, Friede, who had opened her eyes, looked up at me wrapping her arms around my waist.
Her golden eyes, tired-looking, still showed traces of sleep.
She appeared to have had a restless night. No, more importantly.
“How did you sleep, Friede? If you’re awake, could you please loosen this arm of yours…?”
I greeted her awkwardly with a smile, and gently tapped at the arms that were wrapped around my waist, hoping she would let go.
She was a girl who had confessed that she liked me; if I let her keep clinging to me like that, she might think I was giving her a signal.
Given my situation, where I couldn’t accept her feelings, it was necessary to avoid giving her any signs.
…Sure, I know. It seems ridiculous to be debating about giving her a signal when I’m the one who voluntarily jumped in bed with her.
But what can I do? That was something I did while drunk. It was an unintentional accident.
…Such is life.
I never imagined I would end up making a lame excuse like “It was because of the alcohol.”
But now that I’m in this situation, the excuse just rolls off my tongue.
Well, self-reflection could wait for later. Right now, I needed to get her arm off me.
Ideally, it would be best if Friede herself loosened her grip.
If I forcibly pulled her off, it would look like I was drawing a firm line after a night together, which would make me seem like some scummy person who cuts off contact after sleeping with someone.
So, instead of forcibly removing her arms, I asked her gently to redesign this situation…
“…Hmm, I think….”
Friede nodded readily and, instead of loosening her grip, looked up at me with half-closed eyes and smiled shyly.
“…I don’t want to. I’ll sleep more. Hilde, you sleep more too.”
“What? No, wait…!”
Like a little kid throwing a tantrum, her words carried an odd mix of childish charm and subtle seduction.
But the strength in the arms holding onto my waist was far beyond that of a child or a girl.
– Thud!
An immense force, one that made it impossible to resist without strength, yanked my upper body back down onto the bed, leaving me half-forced to lie down.
It was shocking, enough to make my eyes widen in surprise.
What the heck? Did she have this much physical strength?
Well, considering she was swinging that giant sword around, she must have had some strength, but was it this level?
It was unbelievable. This girl, who was a head shorter than me, seemed to possess pure strength that far exceeded mine.
And it wasn’t just a little stronger; the gap felt almost like that of an adult and a child.
“W-wait, Friede…? Um, hold on. Just a moment…”
“……Yawwn.”
I panicked like a deer caught in a trap, twisting and turning, trying to escape, but Friede merely let out a long yawn and closed her eyes again.
“W-what is this…?”
A situation from which I couldn’t escape without using my strength. However, activating my strength would mean breaking her arms.
So, I found myself, caught in this absurd predicament, shivering in confusion and unable to do anything for a while longer.
“Uuuh….”
Finally, I drifted back into sleep.
“…What kind of sight is this?”
Before long, Amy, who had come to visit my inn room for the day’s agenda, expressed a mix of surprise and annoyance at the scene she stumbled upon the moment she walked in.
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